France

The ideal girl

In London from France

Came over then left me

She left me entranced

Now I have to get by

Once again on my own

Nothing but memories



So I remember your eyes in that fine shade of brown

While these blue eyes of mine they stay closed

I kissed you goodbye on the M109

I choked as I watched the bus go



I'm choking and smoking to your angelic soul

I'm choking and smoking myself into a hole

Where the only way out is to sleep and to dream

And to cry out your name